Photos of people you'd like a drink with

[Yeti 276]

I mean I can understand how you could mix up myself and Sin because we're both Americans but putting his post under my name !

[the vicar 152]

George Melly. He's been active in music, journalism, and lecturing on Surrealism and did, most importantly of all, a single with the Stranglers. Still alive I hope.

 

[Guest]

 

This chap if he were still around...

He took my picture in November 2002.

[Raffles 53]

The late Peter Ustinov, and for a nightcap ... Kim Basinger ...

EDIT:

Raffles.

[Jenny L 39]

Good call on the Peter Ustinov.

 

I've also been listening to a lot of Dean Martin stuff lately and am beginning to think he would have been a blast to go out drinking with. Him or Frank.

 

[Dostoyevsky 20]

 

Terry Richardson, for his exhibition "Too much: Fuck you Sisley," making me laugh with photos (not worksafe!) like this one

 

[Tomasino 5]

Give it 20 years, this guy will be great at parties.

 

[iscream 28]

 

Give it 20 years, this guy will be great at parties.

Is he still alive after that?

[GreenTea 89]

He's welcome to a drink with me, if he offers to paint my flat first.

 

Let's see ... who else would I like to drink with? I had thought of this guy:

But on second thoughts, no. He might be relatively good company, but I fear he would be too absorbed in his equations.

 

Ah, but Peter Ustinov (as suggested above) - now that would be an evening to remember. Maybe we could also invite this guy along for some Elizabethan wit:

[Guest]

Er... GreenTea, you do know that our Albert was a notorious womaniser, don't you?

[garibaldi 20]

[Renia 60]

The one and only

[CK11 3]

Hugh Baby - the boy from OZ

[GreenTea 89]

 

Er... GreenTea, you do know that our Albert was a notorious womaniser, don't you?

Oooh, was he now?!? Well I never! Hang on, though, I didn't read anything about that in his biography. OK, so he had a bit of a fetish about naked singularities - black holes without knickers, so to speak - but apart from that ... or have I missed something? :huh:

[Yeti 276]

Brendan, as somebody wrote about you "To young to die, but too drunk to live" and as you said yourself ""One drink is too many for me and a thousand not enough."

 

Still you must have had a few legendary nights with drink and talk flying.

 

[Keydeck 9,248]

There's a huge picture of Brendan in The Dubliner in Stockholm. He's at his folks place sitting in the kitchen holding a cat and laughing at something his father has just said. It's a great picture which speaks volumes. Would love a copy of it if I can ever find it.

[Yeti 276]

A man who knew the value of good porter, a ball a' malt and a sense of humour.

[bucket06 54]

 

Provided we are in business class..

 

for those who want a drink with boonie, take a look at the movie pisstake of flight 93 from this week's "chaser's war on everything" episode on the abc website.

 

carlton united 93

 

(the skit on airport pick ups is also hilarious)

[portliestgigolo 5]

It was comin' back, from the island of Tinian Delady, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know, you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. Well, we didn't know. `Cause our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Huh huh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, chief. The sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like `ol squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark would go for nearest man and then he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.

Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, boson's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He'd a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks ttook the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

 

[hams 1,387]

Would love to have a chat with Jon Snow at his local in Islington.